Spy Wars: I signed in at the Military Police at the beginning

"Yunzi, did you know this a long time ago?" Zhou Ke asked as he looked at Nan Zao Yunzi in his arms, who showed no sign of surprise at all.

"Yes, dear, didn't I tell you just now? Boss Zhang is going to perform, and now the show has officially begun!" A hint of excitement appeared on Nanzao Yunzi's charming face.

"Haha, that's really interesting!"

Zhou Ke had a smile on his face, but he was actually mad at himself. He had been trying to extract supplies from the system space, but he didn't know which idiot was staring at such a high ceiling!

"Mr. Yokoyama, why are you always looking at the ceiling?" Mao Li Hiromoto glanced at the not-too-gorgeous pendant on the ceiling and asked in a low voice to Yokoyama Isamu beside him.

"I can't bear to see the performance on my favorite stage become so bloody. I don't want to look there!" Yokoyama Isamu looked like he was meeting a dinosaur in person when he was in an online relationship.

"Then look at Boss Zhang, he seems to be performing a new show!" Mao Li Hiromoto reminded.

"That guy makes me feel even more disgusted! It was supposed to be a good play, but he had to add some twists. If he had known that there were troublemakers, he should not have allowed the troupe to go on! He had to do this. This kind of person deserves a bad death!" Yokoyama Isamu said with an indignant look on his face.

On the other side, Zhang Xiaolin stood up with a glass of wine and drank it all. Then, just when he was about to say something, a gunshot rang out!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Following three gunshots, Zhang Xiaolin slumped down in his chair, causing everyone around him to exclaim in surprise!

The waiter who fired the gun in the corridor on the right side of the hall was quickly pinned to the ground amid the exclamations of the people around him.

"Hahahaha!!!" Although the waiter had been caught, he looked in the direction where Zhang Xiaolin collapsed with a carefree smile on his face.

"Hahahahahaha!!!!" Just when the scene was becoming a little chaotic, an even louder laugh was heard!

There was a hint of arrogance, arrogance, and teasing in the laughter, and the direction of the laughter was exactly where Zhang Xiaolin was. The waiter's laughter stopped abruptly, and the smile on his face froze.

Zhang Xiaolin, who seemed to have been shot several times just now, stood up again from his position while smiling!

"How was it? Was it fun? I didn't expect that the pistol you hid in the flower bed was equipped with air-blast bullets? You didn't even have time to check your magazine before shooting anyone? You're such a poor creature!" Zhang Xiaolin adjusted his black jacket and said sarcastically in the direction of the waiter with disdain.

He had long anticipated that these things would happen. The old cleaner who hid the gun and his wife, who depended on each other for survival, have now been tortured beyond recognition in a secret cell in the city government.

"Isn't there another one? Do you think your gun will be empty of bullets like this piece of rubbish?" As Zhang Xiaolin spoke, he set his target on the secretary of a municipal government leader who was sitting a few rows in front of Zhou Ke.

I saw a young man in a black suit sitting there, sweating profusely. His whole body was shaking, and his right hand had reached into the left inner pocket of his suit, as if he wanted to take something out.

"Did I check the bullet or not?" The young man was already very panicked. When everyone looked over at him in the direction Zhang Xiaolin was looking, his brain went completely blank!

Unfortunately, time waits for no one. Although his gun may not have normal bullets, he no longer has the opportunity to prove his courage! Before he can continue to prepare himself mentally, two burly men have squeezed through the crowd and carried him out.

"Even if I give you the chance, you are useless!" Zhang Xiaolin said arrogantly, but before he could say anything else, a brick came from nowhere and hit his shoulder!

"Who threw the brick?!"

Before Zhang Xiaolin could find the source of the throwing objects, a wooden container filled with bricks fell down.

Boss Zhang, who had been acting all night, was completely turned into a pulp!

Even his trusted bodyguards who were a little closer to him were turned into meat fillings that could be wrapped in dumplings. It was a pity that the dumpling skins didn't like them very much.

The best fate for these pieces of dirty souls is to become a handful of ash in the boiler or a snack for stray dogs on the roadside in the trash can.

The entire venue fell silent in a dull atmosphere. Everything that happened tonight had somewhat overturned everyone's perception. Even Nan Zao Yunzi, who knew the inside story in Zhou Ke's arms, froze in Zhou Ke's arms.

Her upbringing did not allow her to believe what she saw! How could such a large container be placed on the roof in advance? How could such a thing happen in a hall where even birds could hardly fly in?

Of course, although Nanzō Yunko was shocked, she was not the most confused person at the scene. Yokoyama Isamu stared at the ceiling, which he had been staring at just now and was still intact, and fell silent.

My neck was just sore and I lowered my head after hearing the gunshot. How could such a large container fall from the empty ceiling and kill me?

“Wahahahaha!!!!”

As Guan Gong's hearty laughter with an operatic accent rang out on the stage, the security guards closest to the stage were either beheaded by Guan Dao or had their necks pierced by other props.

The troupe members started to move like wolves, they didn't have much time left. Before they went on stage to bow, they had already swallowed the slow poison.

At this time, everyone in the troupe was already feeling a dull pain in their stomachs. They took up their most handy performance props and launched a desperate charge at the cost of their lives!

"what!!!!"

"Murder, run!!!"

Everyone in the hall who had reacted stood up and left their seats, crowding towards the exit. In the dense crowd, it was not easy for the guards originally deployed around to shoot at the troupe.

Nan Zao Yunzi in Zhou Ke's arms broke free from Zhou Ke's embrace, stood up and took out a gun from somewhere. She steadied herself and planned to shoot at the troupe members who were fighting with the guards.

But just as she was about to pull the trigger, a big hand suddenly grabbed her vitals, and another hand took the gun away while she was distracted.

"Don't hit your own people. Go first and leave this to me!" Zhou Ke took the gun and fired three shots at the troupe and the security guards who were fighting with each other.

"Matsuda-kun!" Nanzō Yunko looked at the solid figure standing in front of her with a touched look on her face.

Once upon a time, she had been looking forward to such a day. She had needed such a sense of security for a long time. Unfortunately, after so many years, she was always the one standing in front of the man in times of danger.

But Nanzō Yunko didn't know whether the man who blocked her view did it intentionally or accidentally, but he fired three shots in succession, and blood exploded on the bodies of three security guards who were fighting with the opera troupe.

"Matsuda-kun! Let's go first, our people are outside!"

Yokoyama Isamu and Mao Li Hiromoto kicked and beat down the traitors and their families who were blocking their way, and came to Zhou Ke through all the obstacles.